I live in a town called millhaven   And it's small and it's mean and it's cold   But if you come around just as the sun goes down   You can watch the whole town turn to gold   It's around about then that I used to go a-roaming   Singing la la la la la la la lie   All god's children they all gotta die   My name is loretta but I prefer lottie   I'm closing in on my fifteenth year   And if you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green   Then you sure didn't see them around here   My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing   La la la la la la la lie   Mama often told me we all got to die   You must have heard about the curse of millhaven   How last christmas bill blake's little boy didn't come   Home   They found him next week in one mile creek   His head bashed in and his pockets full of stones   Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning   La la la la la la la lie   Even little billy blake's boy, he had to die   Then professor o'rye from millhaven high   Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier   Then next day the old fool brought little biko to school   And we all had to watch as he buried her   His eulogy to biko had all the tears a-flowing   La la la la la la la lie   Even god's little creatures, they have to die   Our little town fell into a state of shock   A lot of people were saying things that made little sense   Then the next thing you know the head of handyman joe   Was found in the fountain of the mayor's residence   Foul play can really get a small town going   La la la la la la la lie   Even god's children all have to die   Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old mrs colgate   Was stabbed but the job was not complete   The last thing she said before the cops pronounced her   Dead   Was, my killer is loretta and she lives across the   Street!   Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning   La la la la la la la lie   The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta die   Yes, it is i, lottie. the curse of millhaven   I've struck horror in the heart of this town   Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow   It's more like the other way around   I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming   La la la la la la la lie   Sooner or later we all gotta die   Since I was no bigger than a weavil they've been saying i   Was evil   That if bad was a boot that I'd fit it   That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard   Lately   O fuck it! I'm a monster! I admit it!   It makes me so mad my blood really starts a-going   La la la la la la la lie   Mama always told me that we all gotta die   Yeah, I drowned the blakey kid, stabbed mrs. colgate, i   Admit   Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed   But I never crucified little biko, that was two junior   High school psychos   Stinky bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head   I'll sing to the lot, now you got me going   La la la la la la la lie   All god's children have all gotta die   There were all the others, all our sisters and brothers   You assumed were accidents, best forgotten   Recall the children who broke through the ice on lake   Tahoo?    Everyone assumed the warning signs had   Followed them to the bottom   Well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit   Of stowing   La la la la la la la lie   Even twenty little children, they had to die   And the fire of '91 that razed the bella vista slum   There was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen   Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued   All cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline   Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing   La la la la la la la lie   Rich man, poor man, all got to die   Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on   Trial   I was laughing when they took me away   Off to the asylum in an old black mariah   It ain't home, but you know, it's fucking better than   Jail   It ain't such bad old place to have a home in   La la la la la la la lie   All god's children they all gotta die   Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless   Rorschach tests   I keep telling them they're out to get me   They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, why of   Course!   There is so much more I could have done if they'd let   Me!   So it's rorschach and prozac and everything is groovy   Singing la la la la la la la lie   All god's children they all have to die   La la la la la la la lie   I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine   Singing la la la la la la la lie   Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine   Singing la la la la la la la lie   All god's children they gotta die